I just want to reincarnate

This is the third month after my death. I was sitting on the railing of the school roof. The scruffy boy with black-rimmed glasses over there was a well-known poor student in our school. I watched him being kicked down the stairs. His glasses flew out, drew a graceful arc in the air, and landed perfectly.

I jumped up and landed lightly in front of him from the rooftop, watching him slowly move on the ground and fumble for his glasses, even I, who was watching the fun in a fair manner, couldn't help sighing: "Tsk, what a fool."

His hand fumbling for the glasses suddenly paused. At this time, I actually felt guilty of being caught by the teacher in the exam. Although I have never cheated, I soon relaxed because I remembered that I was dead. Can't see me either.

At this moment, I became bolder, and I made a face at him. In fact, even if I did nothing, the blood hole in my chest was scary enough. Strictly speaking, I should be a good ghost, after all, I never act scary This kind of boring thing - and no one can see themselves.

I saw his hands wearing glasses began to tremble slightly, and the broken hair on his forehead covered his eyes, so I couldn't see his expression clearly.

I started to have a bad idea, and I waved him tentatively, and said, "Hi!" Trying to imagine myself as a normal person looking to meet new people.

He finally couldn't bear it anymore, with a frightened expression on his face, he walked straight through my body and ran towards the classroom.

To be honest, I am a little disappointed, why is it not a beautiful long-legged girl who can see me, a petite and cute loli is fine, I didn't expect it to be a sloppy four-eyed boy.

I think God may be targeting me. I died tragically on the street at a young age. I wandered around like a ghost for three months. I have repeatedly thought that maybe I have too much resentment for death so I can’t reincarnate. As long as I find the murderer , You can go to reincarnation by untying the knot in your heart.

But the certificate of commendation for righteous deeds and bravery at home is still displayed on his portrait.

I died on Songjiang Road at three o'clock in the morning, where the terrain is remote and there is no surveillance. Everyone said that I was assassinated to help a female classmate recover her wallet.

I saw my own killer at my own memorial service, held up and handcuffed by the police.There is no remorse in the eyes, no guilt and even a bit of relief.

God damn brave, even though I am a member of the fighting team, it is absolutely impossible for me to see that the opponent is a 1.8 meter, weighing more than 200 kilograms, holding a sharp weapon, but still wants to fight with his life.

So I think there must be something else hidden about this matter.

But all I know is that a military pistol poked a hole in my heart, blood stained my school uniform, and almost killed me with one blow, without giving me a chance to struggle.

But I can't remember what happened that day, I can't even remember the murderer's face, and I have lost part of my memory before I died.

Staring at the blood-stained name tag of my school uniform with my name Chuci printed on it, I just felt the bloody hole in my chest feel cold, of course I wouldn't be cold, hungry, sleepy, or unconscious.

I walked into Siyan Boy's classroom, he buried his face in the book and looked at me vigilantly, I swaggered and sat beside him, after all, there was a trash can next to him, no one would want to follow him except for a kind-hearted ghost like me He sits together.

But he didn't mean to be moved at all. Instead, he was shaking like a sieve. I couldn't help asking him: "Are you cold?"

Only the other party yelled in horror: "Ghost, there is a ghost!"

I subconsciously covered my ears, lamenting the lethality of the other party.

Everyone looked at him in unison, as if he was the ghost, and the squad leader yelled, "Song Jiawen, what's your ghost name?"

Song Jiawen pointed at me and stammered, "Can't you see him? There are ghosts here!"

I spread my hands indifferently, as if telling him, brother, you have been chosen.

Of course, all he got in return was ridicule that everyone hated more.

No one would believe him, he buried his body even lower, as if about to cry out.

I clenched my back molars and swore if I could get my hands on this bitch I'd beat him up too.

Maybe it was because I was too lonely, I sat beside him until after school, the classmates all went home one after another, and only he and I were left in the classroom.

I watched Song Jiawen take a deep breath, as if he had made some decision, thinking that he had finally accepted the fact that he could see me, but he knelt down on the ground with a plop, muttering: "There is a wrong and a debt, your Death has nothing to do with me, don't come to me."

I rolled my eyes at him, and imitated the tone of the villain in the movie and said to him: "Hey, I am so angry that I can't reincarnate, what do you think should I do?"

Song Jiawen cried even more after hearing this: "I didn't kill you, what can I do?"

I jumped down from the table with an unbelievable look: "It doesn't matter to you, you can see me, out of humanitarianism, please help me anyway, let me go to reincarnation."

Song Jiawen raised his head, with a snotty nose: "I'll find the master to save you when I get home, so just let me go."

I disliked him a little: "It's useless to find the master, I forgot the truth about my being killed, and if I find out the truth, I will probably be able to reincarnate."

His eyes were wide open, and he even forgot to wipe his nose. Looking at him, I thought that I might not be able to get pregnant.

My name is Chu Ci. When I died, I had just passed my 18th birthday. I grew up in a wealthy family. My parents are in the real estate business. I also have a twin brother named Chu Zhi. Although we are twins, we don’t look the same no the same.

Compared with Chu Zhi, I think I am lucky. He suffers from congenital heart disease, and spends most of his time in the hospital. Every time I visit him, I can feel that he has a special interest in the outside world. Almost obsessively attached.

I think if my heart was not poked, maybe I can save Chu Zhi if I die.

I sighed at the thought.

"What's wrong with you?" Song Jiawen asked me.

I pointed to the ground.

He started yelling again: "You, you have no shadow!"

I couldn't help but want to scold him: "Which ghost have you seen with a shadow?"

He spoke with a crying voice: "This is too scary."

I didn't bother to argue with him. After all, I used to be a recognized school girl. I ignored the blood hole in my chest. Even if I died, my face was still enviably handsome. I had the right to think that he was jealous of me.

The moonlight is very bright tonight, I followed Song Jiawen, listening to him whispering along the way.

"Don't follow me, I'm not a policeman or a detective, I really can't help you, and...and..."

Before he came out, three people blocked us in the alley, no, to be precise, they blocked him in the alley, I recognized the three people who kicked him down the stairs during the day .

Song Jiawen skillfully opened the schoolbag, took out all the money in the interlayer, and handed it over to the leader, Cun Tou.

I said to Song Jiawen from the side: "Why don't you resist?"

Song Jiawen didn't even think about it: "You're crazy!"

Cun Tou borrowed a stack of change, and after counting it, he found that it was only 23 yuan. He was very angry at first, but when he heard the counselor call him crazy, he pressed Song Jiawen's head to the ground: "Who the hell are you saying is crazy? "

Song Jiawen quickly explained, even his voice began to tremble: "Brother Guang, I wasn't talking about you, how dare I talk about you."

When the other two heard this, one of them stepped on Song Jiawen's hand: "It's not Brother Guang, but the two of us?"

Song Jiawen's expression was distorted in pain at this moment, and he desperately looked at me, but he hesitated to speak.

I can only explain to him: "Heaven and earth conscience, it's not that I don't want to help you, I'm just a ghost who can't touch them." As I said that, I punched Cun Tou Na, and my punch passed through Cun Tou's body. It sounds a little funny.

Under the pale moonlight, I could clearly see the despair in his eyes. Cuntou grabbed Song Jiawen's hair and knocked it hard on the ground. His stubborn black-rimmed glasses finally couldn't bear the impact. He touched Song Jiawen's forehead, blood flowed from his forehead to the corners of his eyes, and then he passed out.

"Brother Guang, won't this grandson die?" The three of them took two steps back.

In fact, I'm also a little worried that this coward won't just die like this, right?I imagined that after he died, he found himself turned into a ghost and frightened me to faint, and I couldn't help shaking my head.

I rushed in front of Song Jiawen, wanting to wake him up, but I didn't expect that I could possess Song Jiawen's body. I stood up to confirm this, yes, this fragile pussy body is indeed Song Jiawen of.

I pulled out the broken lens on my forehead, and smiled at the three of them. Perhaps Song Jiawen, whose face was covered in blood, was a little weird, and the three of them were obviously stunned.

I shook my numb arm, picked up an empty wine bottle from the ground, took two steps in three steps, and smashed the bottle on Cun Tou's forehead with lightning speed.

Maybe because my body is not my own reason, I always have a kind of carefree feeling of life and death, and I will do it if I refuse to accept it.

I was still waiting for the other two people to make a move, but I didn't expect the two people to run out of the alley with their short hair.

I threw down the remaining wine bottle and walked into a small private clinic. After the dressing was finished, I ignored the eyes of others, took off my shoes and took out a hundred-yuan bill from my socks.

The old man in a white coat took the money with a complicated expression on his face.

I think this may be the wisdom of cowards.

I also spent five bucks on a baked sweet potato that I've been craving, but sadly I couldn't taste it.

Soon Song Jiawen woke up, my soul was squeezed out of his body, he looked around and then looked at the half-eaten baked sweet potato in his hand, lost in thought: "Chuci, you..."

I smiled smugly at him: "If you are grateful, there is no need. It is my life motto to be brave after I die."

"No, you spent my living expenses for next month."

Song Jiawen looked at me carefully, and opened his mouth to take a bite of my leftover roasted sweet potato.

I suddenly felt that this coward deserved to be beaten to death.

"I won't eat you for nothing, my lord, have I ever told you that I'm a rich second generation?"

Song Jiawen swallowed a mouthful of roasted sweet potatoes, and shook his head at me: "But I know you, Pujiang school grass Chu Ci, all the girls in the school like you."